call me chaos, call me divine

JACK

It's grounding in a way that so few minds are, to listen in as The Ark works things over until they seem clear to her. By feel is a rarity, and he can almost sense the phantom touch of her against his palms, whether flesh or wheel or rope, and when she smiles at him it's a startlingly easy thing to answer. "You've always been perfect, long before you looked like this or could sail the sky as well as the water," he says; there's a reason, after all, why his ship had always been his achilles, why he'd turn from a fight if it meant getting her home in one piece.

"Not by a long way," he agrees, of how much blood he'd spilled for The Ark. Whether to get her afloat and keep her there, or to protect the cargo she'd carried, or merely to make a point, she's right - it almost certainly won't be the last either. Especially not now.

His fingers tense at the warmth of her hand, just for a second, before he surrenders it to the touch of her fingers and her lips, the softness of her mouth something that already feels too good against his knuckles without even imagining how it might feel elsewhere. "I'd do it again a hundred times," he says simply. "Now c'mon - give sleep a go. You might like it."

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!